A table of dishes, most of them are cold dishes, a total of three meat dishes, two of which can also be classified as cold dishes, only a bowl of big bones can be regarded as a real hot dish.

However, this did not disturb everyone's interest, and one by one they drank a whole jar of Bian Jiajiu.

"Let's go!"

After being full of wine and food, Old Man Wu was the first to stand up, waved his hand at Bian Rui a little staggeringly, and staggered to the outside of the courtyard.

Bian Rui hurriedly stood up: "Uncle Wu, you wait, wait for Uncle Yan to go together!"

Old Man Wu waved his hand and said angrily: "I don't go with him, this old boy looks down on me a little."

"You think I want to go with you?"

Before Old Man Yan passed, Zhu Tongqiang stood up, walked over with a trot, and helped Old Man Wu with a laugh: "Brother Wu, I'll help you, let's go all the way home, okay?"

"Oh, it's better to be a little wish!" Old Man Wu saw Zhu Tongqiang give face like this, and smiled: "Go, go!"

After speaking, he pulled Zhu Tongqiang to walk in front, and Old Man Yan was alone in the back.

"I'll send them off on a tricycle" Bian Rui saw that the three of them seemed to be about to run back, so he said to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan snorted when she heard this.

So Bian Rui got on the family tricycle and came to the door.

The three of them couldn't go fast at all now, so Bian Rui caught up with the three of them without a few steps.

"Get in the car!"

"Hey, your tricycle is still there?" Old Man Wu was a little surprised.

Bian Rui smiled: "Uncle, my tricycle is not here, can it still run?, come, get on the car."

Zhu Tongqiang saw it, first helped Old Man Wu to get into the car, and then helped Old Man Yan to get into the car, and waited for the two old men to get into the car, and then he sat on the side of the tricycle with his ass crooked.

Seeing that everyone got into the car, Bian Rui rode forward, and as soon as he left the village, he heard a snoring sound on the tricycle behind him, and Old Man Yan and Old Man Wu fell asleep one after another.

After a while, Zhu Tongqiang asked Bian Rui, "When did you find that well-dressed grave?"

Bian Rui said: "It's not a few days, it's the last time there was a strong wind and heavy rain in the village. Why, you're interested in those golden crowns, I'll tell you it's too late to be interested, these guys are about to become national treasures."

Zhu Tongqiang sighed and said: "I know, if you want to complain, you can complain about my life, I haven't seen a grave collapse for so long in the village, and it didn't take long to go out, and I immediately unearthed such a valuable cultural relic......."

"What else do you want to do?" Bian Rui smiled.

Zhu Tongqiang said: "What can I do, but I could have taken it in person, but now I can only see it through the glass, do you think this mood can be the same?"

"Then you can get it if you don't look at it," Bian Rui said with a smile.

Zhu Tongqiang said: "Can that be the same? For those of us who play antiques, who is willing to look through the glass if we can get started."

"You are a mixed cultural relics circle, and you don't know anyone in the province, why don't I believe your words so much?" Bian Rui said.

Zhu Tongqiang said: "Of course I know people in the provincial blog, not only do I know people and get along quite well, but that one also has a little official position, but no matter how good the friendship is, it is impossible for him to take me to get started with things at the national treasure level, something like this, even if he is the dean of the provincial blog, it is impossible to see it if he wants to, this thing has to have a program."

"Then don't look at it, it's a simple thing," Bian Rui said again.

"I don't look at where I can endure it in my heart!" Zhu Tongqiang sighed.

Bian Rui said: "Then I have no choice."

"I want to ask, do you know the existence of these clothed mounds?" asked Zhu Tongqiang.

Bian Rui said: "I naturally don't know, if I know, do you think I won't dig it?"

Bian Rui said so, but with his temperament, he would not dig a grave, because it was very simple, neither money nor cultural relics were very attractive to him, unlike people like Zhu Tongqiang, if he knew where there was a treasure or something, he would like to turn over other people's places.

"Hehe, I guess you won't dig it, you'll be troublesome!" Zhu Tongqiang said with a smile.

Bian Rui: "......".

The two chatted and returned to the Banpo courtyard, sent Old Man Wu and Old Man Yan home, and handed them over to the two old ladies, Bian Rui and Zhu Tongqiang said goodbye at the crossing, and then went back to their own homes.

Bian Rui returned home, put the small tricycle into the small shed, and saw that Yan Lan was sitting in the hall and seemed to be practicing calligraphy, so he turned around and went into the kitchen, and found that the dishes and chopsticks had been cleaned, and the yards were neat, so he knew that he had walked this kung fu, and Yan Lan had finished the housework.

Sitting at the door of the hall, Bian Rui said, "Thank you!"

"Thank you, thank you?" Yan Lan raised her head, glanced at Bian Rui, and continued to practice her handwriting.

Bian Rui said: "Thank you for finishing all the housework!"

At this time, Bian Rui suddenly felt a little emotional, when he was in Mingzhu before, he didn't have such treatment, Bian Rui cooked, Bian Rui brushed the pot and washed the dishes, and now Yan Lan washed the dishes silently, and neatly classified them according to Bian Rui's habits, Bian Rui didn't know if he drank too much wine or what, and his heart was soft.

"You drank too much or sent them back to the head, as if I hadn't brushed the pot and washed the dishes. Come here, see how my Wei tablet is written?" Yan Lan smiled at Bian Rui and beckoned.

Bian Rui walked behind Yan Lan barefoot, carefully admired her words, and saw a poem written on the paper: I can't see it in the messy pool, and I feel that someone is coming when I hear the song.

"Not bad, not bad!" Bian Rui nodded in approval.

Yan Lan's Wei tablet lacks only three points of shape and meaning, and five points of essence, not because she has a problem copying it, but because she is not strong enough as a woman to write such an atmospheric and thick font.

Yan Lan also knows her level: "I always feel that there is less heaviness and a little floating."

Bian Rui comforted: "How much time have you only practiced, you can't be in a hurry to practice calligraphy, sometimes you don't gain any strength, practice slowly."

After speaking, Bian Rui said to Yan Lan: "I'll go take a bath first!"

Yan Lan didn't pay attention to Bian Rui either, and hummed directly, continuing to compare the differences between the copy post and her own work, frowning slightly and constantly figuring it out in her heart.

Bian Rui took a shower in his ears, and then changed into a pair of dry pants, covered with a wide moon-white robe.

"Still watching?" asked Bian Rui.

Yan Lan snorted and didn't look away.

Bian Rui sat down beside Yan Lan with a smile, and pulled Yan Lan in front of him with both arms: "You can't be in a hurry about this, you have to think about it, you have to slow down, sometimes you let go of these, and wait for a while to look back and think about it, it will often be more than what you have always wanted to understand!

Yan Lan smiled: "How can I have such a high situation, my current level has to practice and think more to improve, you have set me too high."

"By the way, I'll take this painting back later, I'll ask my dad," Yan Lan said.

"Ask him what he does, to be honest, I am much better at calligraphy and papermaking than your father, and he can also be better at painting!" Bian Rui smiled.

When Yan Lan heard Bian Rui say this, she couldn't help laughing, when it comes to calligraphy, Bian Rui is indeed higher, and when it comes to calligraphy and painting, Bian Rui is far inferior to Yan Lan and her father. Old man Yan can also draw a foolish layman's 'masterpiece' when he paints, as long as Bian Rui lifts the pen, he doesn't put a local painting in front of him, and the things drawn by Rui over there, in the witty words of the old man Wu, are Tianjin's specialties - Gou Buli. It means that even dogs can see good and bad.

Yan Lan said: "The bad is the three words of telling the truth, you are all boasting when I ask you, only my dad can tell me the truth and point out my shortcomings!"

"It turns out that you like to be scolded, you said it earlier, I can scold you now and make you satisfied," Bian Rui joked.

"Then you talk about my calligraphy, say it well, no matter what you say, I won't be angry" Yan Lan stretched out her hand and pointed to the copy work in front of her.

Bian Rui felt that what was going on today, as if his little girlfriend was quite serious about this matter. Under the influence of Yan Lan, Bian Rui also became colorful, looked carefully at the works she put on the table, and looked at them carefully.

After reading it, Bian Rui didn't know what to say, it seemed a little desirable at a glance just now, but now after taking a closer look, he couldn't find anything to boast about.

Even if there is no boasting, Bian Rui has to find some now, after all, Yan Lan is not his own student, but his girlfriend, scolding can be used on his own students, and if he wants to use scolding to motivate his girlfriend, it is estimated that the end will not be very good.

Bian Rui is not only not stupid, but also very smart.

At this time, Bian Rui suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, so he picked up the pen and said to Yan Lan: "Then, why don't we feel it first, my pen exerts force, and then you slowly experience ......."

After speaking, Bian Rui picked up the pen on the table, put it in Yan Lan's hand, and then held her hand with his own hand, and wrote Wei Bei on the blank paper.

Bian Rui is not coming, but directly writing with Wei Tablet, and writing the most famous chapter in the Book of Poetry "Guan Sui": Guan Guan Sui Dove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman. ……

When this article was written, not only was Bian Rui satisfied, but even Yan Lan felt that the words on it were the best she had written so far when she saw Bian Rui.

"It's too fast, I don't feel it," Yan Lan said.

"Then again, I'll write slower this time!"

Bian Rui then picked up the brush again, wrote while holding Yan Lan's hand, and read it out at the same time: "Guan Guan Suidove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman." Jagged wattles, left and right flow of ......".

Yan Lan felt that she suddenly had a different feeling at this moment, the lover in the moon-white robe whispered the beautiful sentences in the "Book of Songs" in her ear, and the heat in her mouth was accompanied by the gasping sound that made her upset, one after another as if to knock on her heart, and she didn't have the heart to reward any words or listen to anything, only to hear her heartbeat pounding.

Bian Rui taught himself and didn't find anything unusual about Yan Lan, but when he finished writing a poem, he was completely fascinated by the lover in his arms.

Beside oneself!

When the two of them looked at each other, everything became natural, and it was so natural that it was like the water rushing outside, and the sound of a gentle and slow stroke entered the country.